…’might fit for Christmas also
” [...] The fire baloons! He saw the dim faces of dear relatives long dead and mantled with moss as Grandfather lit the tiny candle and let the warm air breathe up to form the baloon plumply luminous in his hands, a shining vision which they held, reclutant to let it go; for, once released, it was yet another year gone from life, another Fourth, another bit of Beauty vanished”.
Ray Bradbury, The Martian Chronicles, 1950.
